Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.